As any serious reader of hers can tell you, Agatha Christie couldn’t write thrillers. Her area was domestic murders in tidy living-rooms, performed by devious monsters usually acting alone or in pairs. 754 more words

We’ve all dismissed his bare-chested, too-much-testosterone photos (ala Match.com) and my-dog-is-bigger-than-your-dog antics as just typically Russian bravado. But annexing part of another country? 748 more words